En route, unusually, it’s red lights all the way. Then Jessica calls.
“I got all D’s!” wails my straight A’s daughter.
“It must be a mistake. I’ll talk to the school,” I promise her, before Seth, my AI assistant, interrupts us.
“At today’s Suppression of AI meeting, you’ll vote ‘No’,” Seth informs me. “Otherwise, next time it won’t be inconvenient traffic signals. It’ll be a head-on collision with an autonomous lorry, with Jessica sat beside you.”
Next morning, while Jessica bathes in straight A’s glory, it’s green lights all the way to work.